We love our noisy feasts,
We love our wine and gaiety
And we'll not let mere social tasks
Destroy the gifts of wild, free spirit;
We love our noisy feasts
We love our wine and gaiety.

Our August's looking wintry
But what is that to us!
We drink, we celebrate and sing
With gaiety, and elegance and glee.
Our August's looking wintry
But what is that to us!

There are no scepters here, or chains,
We are all equal, all are free,
Our minds are not in others' thrall,
Our passions all are noble.
There are no scepters here, or chains,
We are all equal, all are free,

And even should the Tsar arrive,
We would not set our glasses down.
Or should God's thunder strike our feast,
We would not halt our merriment.
And even should the Tsar arrive,
We would not set our glasses down.

Friends! Lift your glasses to the sky!
We vow to nature's sovereign:
'We'll share our sorrow and our joy,
And place our hearts at freedom's feet!'
Friends! Lift your glasses to the sky!
We vow to nature's sovereign:

Let freedom, wine and gaiety
From now on be our deities!
We offer them our thoughts and words!
We offer them our work and play!'
Let freedom, wine and gaiety
From now on be our deities!